next year

you’re the reason i’d first believed there was a God who stood for everything that Love meant, and more. and you’re the reason i’d started thinking of Love as something larger than what I can comprehend. and as an emotion, no,  a state, that i could possibly be capable of.

pin it down to sentimentalism at its extreme, extrapolated by the melodramatic lyrics and melodies of tunes redolent of memories; pin it down to one too many drinks with friends who are simultaneously strangers and incidental acquaintances; if only a state of emotion could be pinned to any number of causes!

summer term has been awesome, and i dont see that changing anytime soon :) not everything is perfect; no, but heh as Laura inferred from the latest House episode we watched, an A-cup is synonymous with a C-cup, ahem. half-full. what i regret though, is that lack of communication with the people so dear back in sg. Or the people on various exchanges/internships/vacations/missionary trips :) overseas. im awful at communication; and wish that it could all be put down to a laziness, rather than an inability to converse with others :x

keep the anticipation; im starting to think that life really lies in anticipation that next year will be awesome.

kate moss.

[psst, because i cant shut up and exhibit symptoms of chronic verbal diarrhoea, blogging is a quick and easy release (:]

first day of lecture and one assessed essay handed in today! i am beyond relieved that the deadline is finally over – so that the brain can stop its incessant “eh, you’ve still got X more hours, revise it!” torment. exam is over too, and though both components are sorely lacking in quality (concocted footnotes and illegible handwriting, correspondingly), im not giving one-and-a-half hoots, for some reason. liberating; frightening, but liberating.

and so, on to cheerier and more frivolous matters, finally met up with sean today, and i ranted about the whole charade going on over the topshop kate moss collection. [footnote: the topshop collection designed by kate moss - who knows how much part she really had to play in it - is launched today, and went on sale in London, where people apparently queued up to lay their hands on the clothes-to-be-worshipped-on.] The topshop website had the following disclaimer: “Due to considerable demand for this collection, and to be fair to all our customers, you will only be able to buy 1 of each style and can buy no more than 5 items at a time. So choose wisely!”

I’ll admit – i’ve been watching that space for quite a while, and with quite abit of anticipation. I mean, no denying that Vogue, Glamour, Elle are constituitive - ahem, but in no way representative – of my leisure reading indulgences; and any fashion trash worth its weight in ounces would have at least half a page devoted to the kate moss collection. so yea, anticipation was there.

But it is sorely disappointing. “Choose wisely”? If wisdom were to play any role, you’d be tightening your purse strings; to put it mildly, and uncouth-ly, its just boring lah. can get the same designs at H&M or generic outlets, and if you really care for quality, Topshop isnt exactly the place you’d make a beeline for. So, that leaves the question, why the fuss?